All Is Not Lost!

Good dreams are bad friends Rendering reality more painful than ever Stung by them I suffer from my split being The rebel self; When words deceive The silence offers shield to me; I wonder why Whenever To sow the seeds of love I put the dibble into the soil The land hits me back by its hardness It gets dried up- My hand stops impulsively But eyes never stop dreaming What if The efforts to grow love stay unresponded Perhaps The need to soften the soil has grown to double; How a wish for a gentle rainfall Makes a mockery of my desires As the water rushes inside and floods away The dear belongings of my heart- The blows of despair Try in vain To drive away the clouds of joys From my hope-skies, But all is not lost Since my eyes never stop dreaming!